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What I was before I married you I never can be again, and you have no right to ask me to be a hypocrite and say I can love you for that is what it all comes to when I have no such thing in my heart or life for you. It is dead and gone, and I cannot help it." "That sounds pretty hard, Marion." "It is only the truth.
"What is the sense in a woman talking in that way? As if people, were they ever so good and benevolent, could get themselves up in that ridiculous manner! If we live in the world at all we have to have a little regard for propriety. I wonder if she thinks one's entire time and money should be devoted to the heathen?" Marion answered her with spirit.
"Now I shall preach you a short sermon, and my text is, 'Little children, love one another. I asked mamma to give me one, and she thought that would be good; so you all sit still and I'll preach it. You mustn't whisper, Marion, but hear me. It means that we should be good to each other, and play fair, and not quarrel as we did this very day about the wagon.
To begin with there was a good deal of tension, Marion was frightfully nervous and every one was under the necessity of behaving in a mysteriously unreal fashion until I plunged, became talkative and made a certain ease and interest. I told them of the schools, of my lodgings, of Wimblehurst and my apprenticeship days. "There's a lot of this Science about nowadays," Mr.
An involuntary shudder passed through Nathaniel as he looked at them. They were old so old that the man's shrivelled hands were like those of a skeleton; his giant frame seemed about to totter into ruin, his eyes were sunken until his face gave the horror of a death mask. Was it possible that these people were the father and mother of Marion and of Neil?
At Charing Cross we were going to Hastings the experienced eye of the guard detected the significance of our unusual costume and he secured us a compartment. "Well," said I, as the train moved out of the station, "That's all over!" And I turned to Marion a little unfamiliar still, in her unfamiliar clothes and smiled. She regarded me gravely, timidly. "You're not cross?" she asked. "Cross! Why?"
For the Lord's sake don't stand there looking at me as if I'm going to swallow you whole! Get somebody on the phone, and then beat it before I cut loose and be the perfectly awful villain you think I am!" Marion took a startled step away from him, turned and came hesitatingly toward him. And as she advanced she smiled a little ostentatiously whimsical smile and touched the butt of her six-shooter.
They drank it about the driftwood fire, and even the severe Marion Slater relaxed and made merry. The essence of the gods strips self-control and delicacy first, so that the finer wit goes by without tribute of a laugh and the wit of poked fingers especially if it be sauced by personality rules at the board.
We're strangers in this community, and people are going to judge us by appearances. They have nothing else to go by. I care more for Marion, it seems to me, than she cares for herself. Why, Douglas, that girl even telephoned down to the Forest Service that she was up there and going to stay, and wanted them to send word to me.
The storms came with less frequency, and the snow had assumed a certain stability with the steadily added weight. Both Marion and Haig bad mastered their snowshoes, and were able to travel slowly after Pete.
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